Sour yellow stripes blend into surrounding citrus jungle. Lips pucker at the thought. Those deadly fangs. Those burning eyes. That bitter peel.
They stalk the shadows of the night preying upon the unwary. Preparing to pounce. To zest. Just a twist to pucker your lips.
Beware the jaws. The claws. The twitching tail. Choking on the seeds. Discarding the rind.
Stealthily they quench your thirst. Sting your open wound. Fill your tart.
Poached and squeezed out of existence. On every continent. Hunted nearly to extinction. Seen now on display only in zoos or in frozen concentrate.
Hear the acid roar no more.
The sour tang of memory.
i love it